Udalova Viktoriya
Author about himself
"At once I blurred the weekday’s map,
by splashing paint from a glass around:
I showed on a platter of aspic
slanting cheekbones of the ocean’s sound.
On the tin scales of the metal fish
I read the call of lips anew.
But you—
could you perform a nocturne
on a drainpipe flute or two?"
V. V. Mayakovsky
